The Tomb Next to the House
27. Sukmo Rogo

"Don't take my husband!"

That scream made my ears grow. Reflexes covered my two ears with their palms while closing my eyes firmly.

"Go!" my peek. I wish I was just hallucinating.

But basically this inner eye is troublesome, he continues to open not wanting to obey the order to be closed. Instead of leaving, the creature flew closer. The skin on his face, which had been peeling in several places, was becoming clearer as he was now right in front of my face.

My eyes can't be closed. So that we face each other with eyes that are equally upset.

"You're the one who left!" press it.

"Creatures like you should have left this world. This is my home anyway" I won't lose.

Strange indeed. I had closed my ears tightly, but his voice was still clear.

"No. My house! You took my house, my husband. Everything I have!"

"It looks like this brother is the wrong person. I never took the property of anyone else. GO!!" my screams.

I forced my eyes to close, and it worked. Then chant the verse of the chair and short letters. I wish he would leave in front of me.

Instantly a quiet atmosphere. Feeling safe, I opened my eyes slowly. How shocked it was when my eyes opened and I was in a dark room with candles lined up on the board. And underneath there was a chest covered with a red cloth. Several offerings and incense sticks were placed around the box.

My breath's choked. The smell of incense mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and the stench of rotting carcass made my head feel heavy. This room is like a stranger. I've seen him. But where?

"Gurghhh!" My head is starting to torment. The pain is increasingly becoming in harmony with the room that is getting dark. The candlelight dimmed until everything was completely dark.

"Via!"

"Via!"

"Are you okay?!"

"Akh!" my son got up from his sleeping position.

I directed the two neutrals to look around, with a still faint memory.

"I where?" muttered. A little stunned because I was not in the room, but in the living room that somehow belongs to whom.

I look at each face around. There's Raihan, Althaf and a couple I know that's ustadz Khalid and his wife. The only ustadz living in this village.

But both rarely socialize with the people here. Ustadz Khalid left the house only to go to the rest of the mosque I never knew. Some say that he also filled lectures in several places.

"You're better?" ask Raihan who confused me.

"What am I really why? How can I be here?"

Ustadz Khalid took over. "Soul Ma'am Via has just been invited to go to another realm. The body is still here but not with the spirit."

"You were screaming indistinctly, Dek. Continuously fainting. Your body feels cold and stiff, called and not shaken. Mas worried, so Mas same Al take you to the house of ustadz Khalid."

Not to understand, Mas Raihan's words even make me like a dazed person.

"But I'm not going anywhere, Mom. I was in my room, there were women there. He's bothering me. That's why I told you to leave. Lalu—"

"That's called rogo sukmo." Ustadz Khalid returned to voice.

"Rogo sukmo can occur when a person releases a soul from his body. Later the soul will wander, even some cases can be entered in objects or the body of others. It's just that the real body of the person who practices rogo sukmo will remain motionless."

"This also happened to the famous Sufi, Abu Yazid al-Busthami, who one day wandered into nature to dialogue with God" continued Ustadz Khalid again.

"W-why did that happen to me? And I don't have that ability, Ustadz?" my many.

"Because someone wants your soul to be taken to another realm."

"Why should I?" my protest.

"I don't know either, Mother."

"Does this have anything to do with the curse of the sacred tomb?"

The faces of the people in the room instantly changed. Everyone looked at each other with a difficult look.

"I'll prepare a drink first." Ustadz Khalid's wife resigned. Go into one of the rooms.

Why does everyone always shy away when talking about the tomb. Even the classmate of ustadz's wife.

"Actually regarding the tomb, we did not bother. It's just the trust of the citizens here and we as newcomers can only respect without having to trust. Just tolerance," he explained.

"I saw women wearing wedding dresses, Ustadz. And think if he's Sekar."

"Blue?" Mas Raihan who was just listening finally made a sound.

I'm not surprised Raihan didn't know about Sekar. But I'm sure if Ustadz Khalid knows something. His face cannot lie.

"I'm sorry, if I can't say anything. Let's just say I don't know." Ustadz Khalid lowered his head after saying that sentence.

Is she the same as Yati? Is there someone who should be grounded so that he knows the facts about Sekar?

"Ustadz knows something, right?" I was urged because of acute curiosity.

Ustadz Khalid kept quiet. I know that lying is the least an ustadz can do. But what if he lied for good? I don't know.

"I also saw a dark room with some lit candles in it, Ustadz." I kept on babbling, even though Ustadz Khalid wanted this discussion to end because he was afraid that something unwanted would happen.

I get that. However, I cannot allow all these mysteries to remain tightly sealed. There must be something behind everything that has happened.